Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy--common clay, if you like--eating, breeding, workin...g, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others--the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

We are afloatOn our dreams as on a barge made of ice,...Shot through with questions and fissures of starlightThat keep us awake, thinking about the dreamsAs they are happening. Some occurrence. You said it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

I once heard a woman laugh at that most tragic moment in all drama, the off-stage shot in "The Wild Duck," and I afterward had her... killed, so there will be no more of that out of her.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »